blondenarcissa @ 2003-05-17 11:19:00

Current mood:	loved
Current music:	Echo yipping in the background.

Thursday evening I left Dogear Wryde to meet Hilda for tea. It was ever so thoughtful of her to invite me to call as I had been quite overwrought as of late. I couldn't bear to be at Dogear Wryde that night after knowing that Draco had been there the night before and I, at that point, did not think he wanted to see me. We had a lovely chat about the wedding, Hilda's colours (although I do think she quickly grew tired of my recommendations for adapting her Winter colours for the current Spring season), the trials and tribulations of being a parent, and of Draco and Lucius. It was nice to be able to speak to someone so freely and receive advice again. Since Remus has been away on his honeymoon with Sirius, I have had no one with whom I could confide in for several days and things have simply been eating away at me. Hilda, although not as soft-spoken and introspective as Remus, often has some sage, plausible tidbits of wisdom that I find to be quite invaluable.

Yesterday morning I was both surpised and pleasesd when Draco agreed to meet with me at Dogear Wryde that evening. I had agonized for several long minutes in the morning whether or not to reply to his journal entry as he had been, in my opinion, stoically avoiding any means of communication with me as of late. After consulting with three house elves and vowing to reply if Echo could indeed count to three with tiny yips, I found myself typing away at the boardkeys as Echo yipped thrice and rolled over to have her tummy scratched. As I just had refreshed my French manicure mere hours ago and could not bear the possibility of dog dander scuffing my tips, I requested that the house elves indulge my puppy princess. Draco responded quite promptly to my reply and, thus, we decided to have a chat later on in the day in the main house at Dogear Wryde.

I met the boys in the kitchen (Echo in tow) where I found Harry busily cooking something he called 'hamburgs' or the like on the topstove (or is it stovetop? I can never remember rightly) in between fetching Draco various beverages from the icebox. The first few moments there were quite awkward as I was uncertain as to whether or not Draco would want me to be close to him in proximity.

He greeted me and nodded slightly which made me feel so relieved and I promptly burst into tears and enveloped my darling boy in my arms. I do think that I may have smudged my Bashful and Beautiful lip rouge on his shoulder as he did tell me there was no need to stain his robes but I coudln't help myself. The fact that he kept patting my shoulder while I sobbed and murmured words of reassurance only served to cause even more tears to fall. Eventually he managed to calm his mother and we had a very frank discussion of his feelings and mine of the past few weeks. He told me he felt as though I had been neglectful of him and I nearly cried again as I promised that I would not do so and I was so eternally sorry that he ever felt that way. I took great pains to let Draco know just how much he means to me and that I do love him madly and would do anything for him. I begged him for another chance to try and set things right between us, to not fail him again.

We talked and talked and talked and would have continued to keep on talking had Echo not stopped dancing around Harry's feet and decided to leap up at Draco. My Little Dragon was not very fond of Echo nor her little cold wet nose.

"She is only trying to make friends!" I insisted upon his sour expression as he backed away from her.

To that he replied something of having a dog friend already and I could have sworn I heard Miss Bulstrode's name but I can't be certain.

At any rate, Harry had been awfully quite whilst Draco and I conversed and I fear we may have scared him just a little. He did brighten up, however, when he announced that his 'hamburgs' were fininished. Well I certainly did not want to seem rude so I did indeed take one but I must admit to feeding it to Echo under the table while he was not looking my way. I did not want it to go to waste but I could not consume anything round and flat and smelling of burning kelpies.

Utterly exhausted by purging so many emotions in a short amount of time, I then kissed my charming son good night and departed for the guest house. As Echo was quite fond of Harry as well, I left her in the main house to keep the boys company while they worked on their school project.

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